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He Was

He Was the oxygen from my lungs
Something you don't notice until it's not there
I never recognized how much I needed him
Until I was left gasping for air

He was the blood in my veins
The very fuel of the heart within my chest
I never thought of how necessary he was in my life
Until I was laying there bleeding to death

He was the hero of my love story
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